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They drown me into absolute black |
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All these silent and friendly bastards |
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Impatient to make me play their game |
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And feel me suffocate with anguish |
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My throat gets dry, lungs collapse |
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My chest explodes |
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Knelt down, I guess my hands are attached |
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Cause I cannot actually feel them |
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My shoulders hurt |
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The electricity burns my nerves |
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Those whom I hear behind |
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I know they do exist |
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Sweat makes me blind |
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Unable to react |
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Only darkness round me |
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Asphyxiated |
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Carnage |
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I hear your coward walk |
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Carnage |
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Is it not what you want? I wait for the first bite, grind and choke |
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To feel the rest of the horde rip my entire skin |
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I wait for the first bite, grind and choke |
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Ignore the end, don't mind the fall |
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Those whom I hear behind |
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In close circles of desire and unknown expectation |
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Excited by blood stench and primal animal fear |
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Archaic excitement of murderous frenzy the warm breath of the best on my neck |
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And movements on both sides |
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My own breath seems closer |
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Plastic film comes back on my face |
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Never wake me up |
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I drown in constant fear |
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Tear me into pieces inside |
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Heinous deceit |
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Nothing is over |
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They do exist |
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Those whom I hear behind |
